Thursday, May 15, 2014

United Airlines, Oh, The Joy!

Oy vey!  

Usually, I'm quite the laid-back, friendly, easy-going, not to mention handsome, philanthropic, and a perfect gentleman, but I had quite the 'vacation' this week in Las Vegas. United Airlines was kind enough to extend it by a day and, well, read my letter to them (sent today) for a snippet of my state of mind for the past couple of days. 

I'll update everyone with their response, but I had to get this one off my chest. 

Really, I have to get over it. I've spent the last 3 days at this point trying to control my blood pressure, as the tiniest of sideways looks get me to nearly explode. This is a great form of venting though, and what I've been trying to keep in mind was the fact that I did have a good vacation for the first three days, and beyond that, there's plenty else in the world that's worse than an extra day in Las Vegas, not that it was the happiest day ever there.

Still though, I was a tad upset, and I've channeled that energy into a strongly-worded letter, which is also hopefully entertaining for y'all. 

Enjoy! 


To whom it may concern,

I am writing today to inform United Airlines of my recent experience using your services, and to inform you of my decision to no longer use your airline for domestic flights unless absolutely necessary.

When I told friends and family about my trip to Las Vegas, an annual tradition for me and a friend from home, the first comment I got from many people was “good luck with United!” Having flown with you last year, with minimal issues (outside an airline’s control, at least), my reply was to hope for the best and rely on my good luck traveling with you in the past.

However, after my vacation began on Saturday, May 10th, 2014, with a flight from Providence, RI, to Chicago, IL, that would be the end of my good experiences with UA. My vacation was subsequently cut short by not one, not two, but three separate customer service, informational, or mechanical issues, and that is without placing any extra emphasis on the final and worst issue. I realize there are certain things beyond an airline’s control when flying, and I certainly don’t place blame on United for those issues that are outside your control, but the response to those issues is far more important to me.

In my opinion, your response, for lack of a more eloquent way to put it at the moment, sucked.

First, the most minor and easy-to-understand issue  was  a mechanical issue with our plane on Saturday, May 10th, when backing out of the gate in Chicago. It wasn’t a huge deal, mechanical issues are great to know about before takeoff, but we were told by the flight crew that, lucky for us, we had another plane to board, a few gates down, and we would be getting out as soon as we could get boarded and luggage moved. However, that plane wasn’t actually there. It took another 45 minutes, in fact, for that plane to arrive, an additional 30 minutes to prepare it, 30 minutes to board, and 30 to eventually get out, causing a total delay of about 3 hours to get to our destination. Again, this is not a big deal in the grand scheme of flight issues, but I appreciate honesty and the accuracy of the information given to me. Peace-of-mind goes a long way in flying and traveling in general, so just knowing the situation, for me, goes a long way in how I look back on the experience. However, the way that issue was handled, with United representatives telling 150+ people that they’d get right onto a different plane and right out, was not only incorrect, it was dishonest, because someone certainly had to know there wasn’t actually another plane waiting. That situation luckily did not affect me beyond arriving 2.5 hours late, since my final destination was Las Vegas, but to anyone looking to make a connecting flight, I hope they did not rely on your inaccurate information. That was the first issue.

The second dealt with my check-in for my flight on Tuesday, May 13th, and also should have been very minor. When I attempted to check in online using confirmation codes or other information on Monday, the United website repeatedly was unable to find my reservation. I had to call and speak to a representative, which took a 45 minutes of the rep asking the same information (confirmation codes, names, flight #’s, etc), only to tell me that I may need to speak to a travel agent to re-book a new flight. And after this 45 minute run-around of the same 6-letter confirmation (by the way, the code is AKDQMQ, don’t worry, I’ve memorized it by now!), the conversation ended with me getting the correct email with my boarding passes, with the same confirmation code I had been using for the past hour. Again, I’m not entirely certain what causes issues like that, technology is a funny thing, but the response is more important, and the response this time was a simple ‘have a nice day’. I didn’t mind too much at the time, since I anticipated that phone call being the last of my issues, but an apology or some sort of explanation of what went wrong would have been nice. And, not having the first suggestion be “book another flight” would have been great too. Still though, my ‘vacation’ was still shaping up pretty well.

And then it unraveled on Tuesday, May 13th, around 11AM.

The final straw was smoke in an FAA building in Chicago. Or rather, the final straw was United Airline’s way of dealing with the chain reaction and meltdown that followed. Again, a malfunction in a ventilation system is far, far beyond an airline’s control. And again, United’s response was abysmal.

Luckily, I was not one of the people that had to board and de-plane our aircraft 4 times that morning and afternoon. That joyous experience was only reserved for the elderly, active military, passengers with babies, and passengers with disabilities. I only physically boarded once, but some of my fellow travelers made it onto, and back off the plane FOUR times (presumably, the last time they were actually allowed to board, fly to Chicago, and get off the plane), and I find that somewhat absurd. After the situation began, I immediately looked it up on my phone, and it seemed like the entire time from then on, I was better informed of the situation and better understood the impact of it than United, which is hard for me to believe. Instantly, when there is a fire in an FAA building, 800+ flights were grounded for precautions, across two airports, which makes perfect sense given the importance of those folks at the FAA. I have no issue with being grounded for smoke, fire, or any sort of potentially dangerous situation.

However, we were subsequently told by United representatives, on two separate occasions, that if we could board as quickly as possible, we could get out in X minutes and hopefully many of us could make connections or get to our respective destinations, which sounded good. Too good to be true, actually. Since I had been checking from the minute the problem occurred, I was aware of the fact that at the time there were over 800 flights at two major airports grounded, delayed, re-routed, or cancelled. United had to have access to this same information, yet every time I checked United.com to check my reservation for my ORD to PVD flight that evening, it still said I would board at 6:30PM local time, and arrive at 10:10PM. Calls to United’s 800 number mentioned a ‘weather issue’ causing delays and heavy call volumes, and a promise of a longer-than-expected wait time. However, I didn’t wait on the phone. After going through the ever-so-fun-and-easy 10 step method to explain to your automated server what my issue was, I was promptly disconnected.

Additionally, it took until that fourth and final boarding of our flight (7 full hours after we arrived at the airport) to finally be able to speak to a United representative live and pry the most important piece of information - to my friend and I - out of him: the fact that our flight to Providence was, as I had a feeling it would be, cancelled.

He casually mentioned we could certainly still go to Chicago, but in the meantime he wouldn’t be able to find us anything to Providence right then, or pay for a hotel for us in either location, since this wasn’t a ‘United Airlines’ issue, it was an ‘FAA issue’. I informed him I didn’t have a house in Chicago, and thus that would be unacceptable since we were trying to get to Providence. Again, I understand the FAA versus United issues, I understand the nightmare that must come out of having to re-book and re-work over 1000 flights-worth of passengers’ issues, but at the same time, be a little realistic with your passengers. Telling me twice that I need to board as quickly as possible sounds great, but every other source I’m looking at is telling me that there are still massive delays, cancellations, re-routings, and all sorts of issues. The words “meltdown situation” were used in one article I read. I heard of other airlines cancelling much earlier, and re-booking their passengers, which would have been greatly, greatly appreciated. Any sort of feeling that United was going out of its way to improve the situation would have been appreciated. Instead, I consistently got the impression that everyone I spoke with was trying, essentially, not to be the bearer of bad news and to pass the buck to the next person to tell me. I don’t really need that when flying. It’s stressful enough as is, what I need is accurate information and again, peace-of-mind. A hotel room would have also been wonderful. I found it hard to believe that one option to rectify my situation was to fly me to Houston, then to Philadelphia, then to Providence, or even connect more ways and at who knows what cost, but a $35 hotel room (which is what I ended up Hotwiring later on, $70 after taxes and a resort fee) was out of the question in either Las Vegas or Chicago.

At no point did I feel that any person I spoke with through these three separate issues was going above or beyond to help me out or in any way rectify the issues that occurred. In fact, it felt like no one was willing to take even a centimeter step in the right direction, and in a customer service industry, I had thought the customer experience was paramount to getting repeated business. Rest assured, this week and the problems involved has led me to conclude that I won’t be flying United Airlines any time in the foreseeable future.  

Once more though, my main complaint is not with the actual issues, but the response. I would greatly appreciate speaking to another representative of your airline regarding my experience, at your earliest convenience. Should you need any more specific information regarding flight numbers, itineraries, passengers, any sort of documentation, or even to hear of a few more of the stories of other passengers whose experiences were even worse than mine (I’m single, I don’t have to worry about babysitters, a family, and luckily have a job with a very understanding group of people who were supportive of my situation, but that wasn’t the case with many other of those people), please let me know when you respond. I am more than happy to speak with anyone over the phone, at XXX-XXX-XXXX (cell), or via email at eharms1@gmail.com. I look forward to hearing from someone soon. 

Thank you,

Ed Harms

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Is It April 20th, 2015 Yet?

In a word, wow. 

To sum it up, it was the absolute perfect day. 

Described in great detail, in a couple thousand words, it was....

Incredible. I don't even know where to start. Now that the euphoria of crossing that finish line is finally wearing off, after a solid week-and-a-half-long runner's high, I can finally look back and reflect on the past year and a half, and man...what a year and a half it was! 


Reflections: watch your step, folks, this post is gonna get pretty deep
This is exactly what I wanted last year. The chance to look back and think about the year that was. To think about the teammates I had trained with, the friends I made, the money I raised for the Stork Fund, the run I just accomplished, my time, and my goals going forward. I wanted to tell all my teammates what a great job they did. I wanted to see friends at the finish line, get a drink with 100 other salty and exhausted people, and soak up the rest of what had been an awesome day to that point. 

At about 2:48, I finally got through the finisher's area and was just beginning to start my reflection and put on my finisher's jacket. Those first moments were shattered along with windows, limbs, and lives the very next instant. In the extremely surreal week that followed, I felt cheated, to say the least. I was angry at the perpetrators, sad that my friends were unable to finish, guilty that I did, unsure of how proud to feel. 


My view of the finish line on April 15th, 2013, a block from the first bomb
Regarding the Boston Marathon and marathons in general, you can buy books or read articles on how to prepare. How to train, what to eat, when to taper, the best ways to recover. You can check out elevation maps, take a virtual tour of the course, you can even find a Boston-specific pace calculator that tells you exactly how fast to run each mile based on a goal time, and what obstacles you'll be facing within that mile. However, there's no guide on what to do in the event of a terrorist attack. Even though I'm sure we all had a great support system around us (I know I did), you're on your own. There were a lot of emotions, a lot of complex feelings that I had to sort out in my head before I could even think about moving forward with my life, but there was one thing that was clear: I had to run 2014, and I had to do it with my Second Family. 

Fast forward to 9:00 or so, Monday, April 21st, 2014. A day literally a year and a half in the making. The weeks leading up were full of stress, emotion, and anticipation. Every mention of the word 'marathon' rang in my head. Every time I saw the names or faces of Lu Lingzi, Sean Collier, Krystle Campbell, or most of all, Martin Richard, I welled up a bit. Every siren made me a bit jumpy. Stunts like the one pulled on Boyleston a few days earlier had me so anxious it wasn't even funny. 

So imagine my stress level at the starting line at 9AM: 
Foreground: STF teammate & new friend Mike lets the nerves get to him

Not what you pictured? Yea, I have to say, me neither. I think part of it was that I just didn't have any room left for nerves or stress. I worked my ass off with my team for over a year to get there with those people, and knowing it was finally our chance at finishing what we started was comforting. Clearly! The anticipation of getting to that point, though, had killed me for a year or more. Now that the moment had arrived, there was nothing to be anxious or nervous about any more. Just time to get out there and have some fun. 


Me with 32,000 of my closest friends, about to have the time of our lives.
Fun doesn't really begin to describe it, however. There are no words that exist that could accurately describe it. I decided a few days before that my goals for time and performance were basically useless. My overall goal to this day will be to one day qualify for Boston (3:05 for my age group, yikes!), but that day, I had one goal only: enjoy every last second of it that I could. There was no need to put any additional pressure on myself, no need to look back if I ran 3:06 to find out what went 'wrong'. There could not have been anything 'wrong' about this run, unless I created a problem in my own head. Thankfully though, it never came to that, and I was able to quite easily accomplish my goal.

I had a freaking blast. I still am. And, even at a comfortable pace, even in weather a solid 20 degrees above any training run the entire year, I ran 16 seconds faster than last year. 


3:26:18 - PR, Baby!
Even now, almost 2 weeks later, I still have a grin ear to ear when anyone asks about it, comments on my jacket (that may as well have been sewn onto me the week after), or when I check the CharityTeams Facebook group, which happens on average about once every 14 seconds. I simply cannot get enough of this event, or the people I get to associate with while running it and training for it. Though I've told people each of the last 2 years during training "I'm not sure I want to do next year", as soon as I get to about mile 3 in the actual race, all I can think is "next year is going to be AWESOME!" Such is the disease myself and a lot of my new-found friends are afflicted with. 

And man, I'm just fine with that. Again, I can't describe to you the feeling of running down Boylston with thousands of people cheering. Unless you're a professional athlete or have run Boston yourself, you probably don't know what I'm talking about either. So to that, I say, come join me. Anyone can do this. To quote our fearless leader, Susan Hurley, "never doubt yourself". She's so, so right. In my two years I've run with everyone from former linebackers (not exactly the 'runner's body' you'd look for in someone running a marathon) to lifelong runners, single parents with 2 kids and full time jobs to retirees, 18 year olds to about 65, the most outgoing people you'll ever meet to the very reserved, and everyone in between. Most are first-time marathoners. Most come to Susan at first thinking there's no way they can find the time to train for a marathon in addition to raising $5,000 or more for charity. All are wrong. 


For anyone who wants to experience it for themselves, send Susan an email. Or me. Though I'm not an official CharityTeams employee, I certainly advocate for them like one. I hope I can do for you what Susan did for me: make me believe, in one short phone call, that I was not just capable of hitting the minimums, but far exceeding my goals, and having a ball the whole time. 

Again though, words just don't do it. Check it out for yourself below, the look on my teammates' faces says it all. Quite simply put: you have to experience this for yourself. I'll help you. I know at least 309 other CharityTeamers who will, too. All you have to do is do what I did, make that first call, email, or facebook request. You won't regret it. 

STF teammate Chuck crossing the finish line


MR8 members and CharityTeamers Susan and Patrick, who happened to find each other in the final yards
Selfie from the author immediately after high-fiving Doug Flutie in mile 7
STF teammate Kristy, seeing one of her biggest fans (me) at the finish
STF teammate Emily, seeing the finish line. Priceless.